Taihong shook his head again and struggled.

Make the vat rattle.

However.

In vain.

He was already at the end of his crossbow, and it was impossible for him to open the vat and be free. From then on, he was destined to spend the rest of his life in this small space full of alcohol.

"From now on, you'll be watching from this vat."

Zi Mucheng smiled on his lips, his eyes curved into the shape of a crescent moon, and his voice was very soft and soft, "Look at how I take everything from you, power, wealth, and status, and replace them one by one." ”

Tan Taihong's eyes were cracked, and his eyes were directly bleeding and crying.

Zi Mucheng became more and more happy, stretched out his hands, and continued to say happily, "Look at me, how to destroy the Immortal Pavilion that you built with your own hands bit by bit; Look at us and completely destroy all the conspiracies of Tang Qing and Chu Wangzhong. ”

Tan Taihong's face was already full of blood and tears.

The vat shook violently.

After shaking to a certain extent, he fell to the ground and hit a few wheels. After rolling twice, he slammed his head into the leg of the table.

It hurts heartbreakingly again.

Zi Mucheng chuckled: "Why bother, don't you think it's painful enough?" Do you want to make yourself hurt a little more? You can't be a masochist, right? ”

Taihong: "......"

This time, I really want to cry without tears.

The tears were gone.

The blood and tears are gone.

Just want to die.

It's a pity that in this situation, I really can't even ask for death!

An hour.

Two hours.

One day.

One night.

There is no end.

At this time, Mo Yan, who was waiting in the hidden grove not far from the administrative building of the Immortal Pavilion, was already a little impatient.

"It's been a day and a night." Mo Yan frowned slightly, "It's been so long." ”

It must have been an accident.

But it's not quite like that.

He agreed with Zi Mucheng that once there was danger and an accident, he would immediately contact him with a transmission note, and he would immediately rush to the scene to kill the enemy and support.

"Let's go check it out."

Mo Yan was worried.

Zi Mucheng is a very important family member of Xiao Momo.

That is, his family.

The safety of the family is naturally the first priority.

Mo Yan's body was ghostly and flickering, turning into a black movie, shrinking into inches, and flashing into the administrative building of the Immortal Pavilion.

No one found him.

Unless the other party is also a master of the Purple Mansion Period at the same level.

As for the few little disciples who were in charge of guarding the administrative downstairs, they just felt a gust of wind blowing in front of them, and subconsciously covered their eyes with their hands.

After a second, when you remove your hand, there's nothing left in front of you.

Mo Yan is also long gone.

To be precise, Mo Yan had already arrived at the door of Taihong in such a short period of time.

The door is unlocked.

Just when Mo Yan was pondering whether to break in directly or knock on the door, so as not to startle the snake, he only heard a "squeak-" sound, and the door actually opened from the inside.

"Tai Hong" appeared.

Dressed in a dark blue robe, he had gray hair, a withered countenance, and blank eyes.

Mo Yan only glanced at it, and then said, "Third uncle." ”

Zi Mucheng: "......"

He still wants to pretend to be there.

How can you see through it at a glance?

Good hit.

"How do you know it's me?" Zi Mucheng simply didn't pretend, the door opened, and Mo Yan was directly welcomed in, "On this day and night, many Immortal Pavilion disciples have not been able to recognize it. ”